This time of year reminds me of springtime in Merrill, WI. My family lived there in the early years. When the snow was almost completely gone and it was warmish outside, Dairy Queen (one of those tiny setups where you make your order at the window) would finally open after a long winter of inactivity. Then my parents and sister and I would get the red wagon and walk to Dairy Queen, and I always got the same thing.